I had one of the best times ever with four kids at the Race for Hope. It all started with one of them saying, “Hey, look at the clown!” I turned, looked behind me, and said, “Where?” They laughed so hard and insisted that it was me. I said, “Me? No! Not me.” We repeated this scenario two more times. I ran into them a fourth time, pointed to the boy who laughed the most, and told him he was a clown. This nine or ten-year-old boy turned around and said, “Where?” It was the greatest. I just about fell on the ground laughing. Thanks guys!

And, thanks to Carleen for inviting me back to share in her great cause to help people with colon cancer.